Still Beautiful.



“The world is always beautiful, even when you think it’s not, really.”galaxy night


Marching, Mirrors and Constellations.


Marching Song


And don’t stir

We all share the pain

Of every petal

That ever dropped from every flower

Until our last hour

So carry on

Carry on


I wake up

It’s 5pm

I don’t care

I’ve been weakened by men

Am I supposed to have these scars all over me?

Injuries left by those who’ll never see

Though some are from me

Some are from me


Because I’ll never be who they want me to be

I’ll always just be

The kind of girl you’ll never need

Behind bars made of crystal

Beautiful but not free


But I guess it comes full circle, you know

You’re just a mirror of what I don’t show

Fragile glass made so sharp

You cause injury

But you were carved from me

And that’s a truth that will never leave me

That light will never go out

But that’s alright because I’ll remember from now

You were there to show me how

To walk away from wars in which I don’t belong

To stand still as you shattered from what I did wrong

In battle with you

We both knew

That the marching song would end

Some days I wish I was a constellation

Or the song of acoustic guitars

Quote: Prof. Jerry Waxman

There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, which knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.

Prof. Jerry Waxman from NYU

I have always known this. We stare in awe at the vastness and beauty of nature…because we are it.